Kurt slammed his hand down on the horizontal door handle to his classroom, the sight of it reminding him of high school again. He pushed the wooden door open, letting it fall shut behind him. He heard the clicking of high heels coming rapidly toward him, not planning on stopping as they moved.
"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt!" Rachel exclaimed, plowing directly into Kurt and nearly knocking him over. "You will not fucking believe what I have to tell you."
"Jesus, Rachel, what's your problem?" Kurt replied as he tried to catch his breath, settling a hand on his ribs. "If I have a bruise because of you-"
"Now's not the time!" the girl whined. She wrapped both her arms around Kurt's elbow and began pulling, trying as hard as her little body would allow to get Kurt to come with her. "Come on, you need to sit to hear this."
"Okay, okay, fine." Kurt allowed himself to be pulled over to a chair, being promptly thrown into it while Rachel paced in front of him. "What's going on?"
"So I met with Blaine earlier, right? And he took a picture of the thing on his wall like he promised and it was sweet of him to remember so I asked to look at it and it took me a minute because all I could think about at first was how beautiful the picture was and then I realized that it was you, Kurt."
Kurt didn't answer for a moment, trying hard to figure out what Rachel had just said at a mile a minute. "Wait, what?"
"That boy Blaine's looking for? It's you." Rachel's smile almost consumed her entire face while she stared at Kurt, eyes wide, excited, and full of hope and emotion. Kurt burst into laughter.
"Quit fucking around, Rachel. You're joking."
"I'm really not, I promise. I ran out of there before I could even ask him how he was doing because I had to tell you as soon as possible."
Kurt let out a slow, shaking breath. Rachel wasn't one to joke around when it came to things like this, so she must be telling the truth. Blaine was looking for him? Him, Kurt Hummel, the too pale, too skinny, socially awkward college student? He didn't know what to think of it.
"What did you say?"
"He wanted to know your name. That's all."
"That's... incredibly sweet, oh my god. Did you tell him?"
"Just your first name. I was literally on my way out and yelled it at him."
"But Rachel. Holy shit. Holy shit!"
"I know! Kurt, you're basically the man of Blaine's dreams. Imagine what this means."
Kurt shivered at the thought. It was like everything was falling into place, but what was he supposed to do about this? Just walk up to him, go "hey, I'm the boy you're looking for" and they live happily ever after? No way. Far too creepy.
He let out a small, disbelieving laugh. After he had just built up enough courage to even think about talking to Blaine, he had to figure out a way to tell Blaine that it's him and live out this insane Cinderella story. He was so far in over his head and he knew it.